The Tea Had Gone Bland; the Wind Was Rising

"I'll go meet this Chen Daotian."

The Immortal-Spirit Clan woman stepped into the air, immortal ribbons drifting around her as she floated lightly in midair.

Her gaze was cold, murder hidden within it, carrying an unfathomable sharpness. Her entire being radiated an air of noble indifference.

With a gentle tap of her finger, heaven and earth seemed to freeze solid. Vast Dao Power spread outward, containing a terrifying total of more than two thousand Dao strands!

The instant she descended, the raging flames of the Purgatory Sea of Fire drew back of their own accord, as though restrained by something invisible. The earth trembled faintly, as if bowing before her.

Chen Daotian stood there, his body actually trembling slightly beneath her aura, like an insignificant fallen leaf that could be blown away at any moment.

His expression changed abruptly, seeming utterly shocked and terrified.

"Fellow Daoist, you obstruct our immortal path with such conduct. Do you truly think no one can deal with you?!"

The woman's cold, domineering voice came like a blade cutting through the air, sending chills down one's spine. "Specializing in strength cultivation may be the stupidest decision you have ever made."

Bzzz—

"Oh?"

Suddenly, a faint voice laden with an indescribable meaning rang out, rippling through the air like water.

The entire Purgatory Sea of Fire seemed to sense some tremor. Flames roiled, and heaven and earth erupted into turmoil!

Yet Chen Daotian's frightened, helpless expression abruptly changed at that moment. A strange, sinister smile curled across his lips, while a calculating glint flashed in his eyes.

In that instant, his aura seemed to become deeper and more complex.

The Immortal-Spirit Clan woman's pupils suddenly contracted. She felt unprecedented pressure, as though an invisible hand had tightly gripped her heart, making each breath heavy and difficult.